Two months ago, I met a man at a volunteering event in Los Angeles. Early twenties, tall and slender, he didn’t blink much, he had a lot of neck and face tattoos. Let’s call him James. We were paired, assigned to assemble boxes of food for needy families, and I asked James how his day was going.
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